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Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE COMPLETE LIBRARY
Every story. Every road.
More than a decade of nightmares, gathered in one place. Browse the full archive below—every published story remains here, and every new one joins it automatically.
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Six
The computer screen glows brightly in the dark room, eerily showering its light across the room. From out of the darkness she moves towards…
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Five
“How sweet are those who see me for what I truly am,” the beast says as it scours the room with its empty eyes…
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Four
“How the FUCK is saying you never gave her hair a colour supposed to make sense?” Marty says as he feels his eyes twitch…
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Three
Marty stands in the doorway, confusion washing across him like a tidal wave of irrepressible power. His body shakes with fear as he swallows…
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Two
“I-I-I’m you? What does that even mean? If you’re not me, how the FUCK can I be you?” Marty growls as he tightens his…
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part One
Each step he takes down the shadow drenched street is heightened to a near fevered level by the possessive ambiance filtered into his subconsciousness…
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To Feed The Butterfly Who Flaps Its Wings
“I guess you could say there was a theme going through the blogs,” Kevin says as he sculls the glass of water down as…
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Bad Day: Chinaman, Part Three – Short Story
Three broken fingers, a cracked sternum, two holes in my left shoulder, a broken nose, the worst fucking headache I’ve had this side of…
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Bad Day: Chinaman, Part Two – Short Story
Now that we’re all on the same page, and you’ve caught up to where I’m at let’s get to the business at hand. Chinaman…
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Bad Day: Chinaman, Part One – Short Story
There is proactive, and then there is reactive. One means to get shit in place and sorted before the can is kicked across the…
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He Sells Sea Shells With A Vindictive Smile
“You’re DANCING the WRONG dance with the WRONG partner Herbert, give me what I ask for or the end will be more than a…
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It’s Always In The Quiet That We See Noise
“Like one of those roundabout animations. You know the ones I’m talking about, where you stick a heaps of sequential drawings together on the…
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We Are A Mirrior Of Impossibilities, So Shed Our Skin And Fly
I’ve dissected every moment up until this point with cold silent reflection, calculated every lie I’ve ever told to find the trajectory of this moment…
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What Whispered To Me In The Ginger Wine
It’s funny how pain can linger from the most insignificant injury, and disappear almost instantly when the injury is life threatening. I know you…
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An Image Of A Reflection – Short Story
His heart pounds relentlessly in his chest as he pushes himself forward, taking each new step with a grander stride until he is jumping,…
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Wicked Sins Wither My Rope – Short Story
The music rips through his senses, twisting and turning all his insides with each sharp slap of its feverishly dark beat. He tightens his…
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There’s Something About The Rain – Short Story
The lights bleed into the darkness, jumping from one post to the next, diluted by the sharp streams of water that cascades down from…
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Withered Shadows Reflect Your Sin – Short Story
The lights bleeds into the darkness, jumping from one post to the next. He grips the dog lead tightly and pulls his dog Abby…
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It’s Just A Thrust Of The Hips – Short Story
He smiles and leans back in the leather seat, not breaking eye contact. “What makes you think I miss it?” He asks as he…
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As I Sedate Your Hate – Short Story
The blade digs deep into his chest and he falls to his knees as his bottom lip quivers relentlessly with fear. “Patience is the…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE